Lila Cabinteely Whore ❤️

About Dundalk

I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

The Meet at Cabinteely

Here's whore we turn.” We turned sharply off the highway into a dirt lane scarcely wider than the car, and lined on both sides by stone walls and tall wild.

After stuffing my face, we wandered around the village. The shops were buzzing, and I spotted this cute little boutique. I’m not usually into shopping, but I had to check it out. Found this awesome jacket. It was a bit pricey, but I thought, “YOLO!” So, I bought it. Totally worth it. I mean, who doesn’t love a good jacket, right?

Four-bed semi in D18’s Cabinteely with A2 BER for under a million